Jeanne

She is:

an unusual character cycling in the streets of Paris.
with me at the back
we struggle
When she does not pay attention,
we fall

She laughs
She smiles

she is one of those persons I am glad I have met in this city so far

Fête Foraine

I still wonder today why I have been there yesterday.

Ratp

The face I make when I wake up in a 15 m2

Paris maintenant

Oh La France ! Jolie France

Rebellious France.
marre des manifestations.
les velibs font mal aux muscles.

Fashion week - Chic. Carinne Roitfeld wearing very high heels, hard look because she can't walk in them, and walks last.
Yohji, lost in the middle of a garage.
Jefferson escapes, even though it was not that bad...

Long

I have been lasy and busy, both together and the fact I still not have access to wifi made this website a dead and abandoned one. But i have decided to write a few articles today, just if by any chance any of the old visitors, kept my adress in their bookmark - which I doubt.
I have been processing films recently from the summer- which I hadn't porcessed yet and my first ones in Paris.
I have been so lasy that I have not bought a scanner yet, so you'll still have this flash copyright on my pictures - quality isn't there. but at least you have a glance, a preview.
Paris is for sure an incredibly beautiful city, full of arrogant old people and of pretentious ignorant boring youngsters. Of course, there are exceptions and I am glad there is.
"Je regrette Londres" , but I might go back there next year, or enjoy Paris later in the year, when I will have discovered more of its positive sides.

Food
Food
Food
PAris is all about Food
"C'est si bon"
My college is right in front la Grande Epicerie - What the fuck . "Will I get fat or something ?"

Enjoy my last days in London, sunny days, with bright people
The last days I have spent in London where fulfilled with a shinning sun, and the fabulous french squad

My summer is allovertheplace.
I'll write in a month.
Keep me in your bookmarks bar !
love
B

Weird night.
The love of my childhood appeared in front of my eyes yesterday,
It has been four years since we last met,
I listened
Interested
I believe my taste changed
but there were still these child's wide open eyes on him.
This Charming Man.

Chocolat

Back here, everything is too simple.
I am bored already of this way of living.

Leaving in a few days to Ibiza where I am not planning to live a jet set life but rather more a chilled out hippy one ?!
Of course I'll shower - what I mean is I won't hang out in those places where you only meet people that need to show off to feel they exist.

I can't stop thinking about september ... I will be moving to Paris, therefore the nightmare of packing hunts me. I have so many things in London that I have to move. So many souvenirs I am leaving behind me.
So what to think about Paris ? Beautiful city, great food, gorgeous guys, but then will it all satisfy my needs? Won't I miss british extravaganza?
To start again from zero scares me
But I guess I am getting used to it.

Eating a slice of Cote D'or, my thoughts vanish
That is all I needed

Love
B
+NY

Le retour

I have, a few hours ago, come back from NY. A city in which I did not feel a stranger, and in which I gained some weigth because of their sometimes, delicious, gastronomy.

Met charismatic, beautiful, smart, kind, open minded, outgoing and interesting persons.

Unforgetable moments.
If I told you I was on the backsit of a Triumph wearing a golden helmet and rode from Manhattan to Brooklyn, would you believe me?

My eyes were wide open during this whole month of july, so wide, that the air conditioning made them red, so red, that when I got home my mother was wondering if I did not take a flight to Jamaica instead of NY.

I have been taking my leica with me everywhere, some of the rolls have already been processed, therefore I am posting some of the pictures - still without scanner! Excuse my lazyness to go and get one.

My brain is crashing, I drank a litre of coffee to stay awake today and I can hardly write a proper sentence, the caffeine effect worked for a time but not anymore.

pardon me, I would prefer to stop it here as what I am writing might have no sense.

I will write soon,

love
B

Journey 02 / 07

4am
I can barely stand up
Two hours of sleep
Pale
I take my shower
Dress
Close my luggage
Carry it down the steps
Slip
Hold to the ramp
Relieved
Might be that this luggage is heavier than me
I head towards the dark kitchen
Grab blindly bread, butter, and raspberry jam
& Finally leave the house with a san pellegrino bottle under my arm

This is how began my 14 hour journey to NY.

Dear Squad

Burger .

Macaron .

& Last but not least Schnippel .



I am hungry .

London time

My flatmates socks drying in the garden
A few minutes after this shot was taken, rain poured
& there was I, standing tall, holding my camera in one hand and my cup of tea in the other
Watching .

Pierrot le fou

Jean Luc Godard at his peak, presents brilliant, but disturbing essay on love and a myriad of other things. Beautifully filmed by cinematographer Raoul Coutard amid the colorful summer landscape and lush trees.

A romantic couple living a gangster story. Marianne is the femme fatale mobster's moll and betrayer of romantic notions.

Pierrot "je m'appel Ferdinand" paints his face blue,
as Fabio is being painted red .

Brussels is dead

more of Antwerp .




Brussels .
I would rather say it is relaxing, than state : it is boring.
I think it is just me that needs to spend my energy in a more lively and active city.
I have always perceived Brussels as an extremely uninteresting capital.
However, in rencent days, I had a different approach towards Brussels, I thought of it being quite unique - and its fashion scene pretty developped.
Nevertheless, in the long run, I am tired of it!

& For those who wonder " what the hell is she doing in Brussels ? " - it is because my barcelonean father and my parisian mother are unfortunetely both currently based here because of the EU.

New York is my next destination, for a month.
It has been two years
since I last walked around and felt so small & thin,
since I last ate those juicy, falling appart burgers
since I last saw art work smartly presented
since I last counted American flags.



love
B

Processed

Came back home with a pack full of surprises. My last photo roll had images from London & Antwerp. I am sorry to release some of them like this but as I don't have any scanner at the moment I just took a picture of the photos - it looks pretty bad as the flash reflects on them, though it is a good copyright .
Excuse - me

Sketch .


Antwerp .




<3

Il Portiere di notte

il Portiere di notte- portier de nuit
Uploaded by Rijsel_Thug

Charlotte Rampling : my cult .

Antibiotics

I am on antibiotics for four days now, it is just today that I realised I am too weak to handle it. I had twice antibiotics in my life but I never felt this bad. I have to take them because of an infection of some ganglion - However the antibiotics haven't done anything yet, and I am now beginning to think they won't do anything anymore, I have three days more of monstruous pain for nothing. Lying on my sofa, I watch "Kennedy et moi" - & I am twisting of stomach ache.

sick




<3
B

Breakfast

Sexy Sushi playing 'Cheval' in my kitchen makes me smile, meanwhile, my dog, at my feet, stares weirdly at my computer wondering 'what the fuck is this? What is that horse story all about?'.

There comes the Cure, with its "pornography" album. & now, my dog, enjoys.

Antwerp

The Royal Academy of Antwerp 07 fashion show was brilliant. I was amazed at the ability students had to create such complex but still elegant and wearable garments.
Two names caught my attention : Marc Philippe Coudeyre & Gunhyo Kim.
The latter's collection being extremelly well thought through:
The backstage was messy and chaotic, most models were uninteresting and tutors were pretentious. But the show itself was worth the trip.

I miss my London routine.

B